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It was Haldir who commented first. He’s a smart one. It is received with only humor in the gold. The wicked smile lining his lips never ceased. Yes, that creature was rather smart to pick up his cautiousness and arm himself with the vague fog. Of course, the golden recognized he was giving the other every reason to do so. He wasn’t exactly hiding malicious intent here was he? But why should he! How long had he been kept tame, having to wait to hear names and titles before assuming? And though perhaps that was most days good practice, today he’d rather throw it out the window. Baby, bathwater, and all.

A warrior of the Hidden Falls? The golden then regretted for a moment finding himself so busy of late as to not journey there in his disguised form. It might have been fun to throw back the knowledge he knew to one sworn to protect it. The gold realized with a twinge of frustration (though not shown before the other), that he didn’t even know if Kaj and the giant Archibald still governed. No word had reached him of a change, but then he had been woefully uncaring of political changes lately. Still, he was a little far to be standing upon that title as his defense.

Waiting for someone? Now the golden head tilts back the other way, and harks lean in close. Now that’s very interesting, and his face showed the sparked curiosity. Such a turn of phrase could mean so much. A date? A patrol? A friend? A secret? A lie? “A waiting warrior, fascinating.” The golden though was wary within. If another came the situation could be harder to control. Such fun might blow back up against him. Yet if another did not…. Haldir go, search The deer though did not want a part in this. No. Though he was glad to see the gold joyful and feeling himself, he did not enjoy making the other feel cornered. The dark stag knew that perhaps there wasn’t much threat to it, the golden really didn’t seek any harm, but it felt wrong to corner another just for sport.

Of course that didn’t go over well. One hark slid back, the only change of face in the gold. Haldir! It brewed with anger through the bond, threatening. The dark creature flinched, but given that tone, and his detest of remaining here anyway, he went. The shadow slipped off behind the gold and into the shrubs and fog.

The golden hark slides forward again, and the tasseled tail swings easily about his fetlocks. His mood settling in once more to the smug maleficence. He had to hand it to the lad, like a knight before a dragon, there wasn’t much information to be gleamed from the boy’s answers. Still the steam rolled from the smirking face. If this young warrior was waiting for some ah-ha or fear, he wouldn’t gleam much new from the gold.  “There are better places for picnics, soldier.” He advances, first once step, then another, drifting as he does to the side, but eyes never leaving the other. “There are monsters in those hedges.” His grin grows, the dark humor he finds overcoming his mask.  “And I’m afraid they love to crash a good picnic.” Oh yes, they did indeed.

No word came from Haldir, yet the gold kept some energy pulsing through the bond, listening. Stopping to stand tall again, feeling his height over the other bolstering his vanity. “Only they’re usually hungry for more than tiny sandwiches and tea.” His smile grows tame, bleeding through with sarcasm. The golden was most certainly not a cannibal, nor in this state was he looking to test his strength….but Mr. Waiting Warrior didn’t know that. And the golden didn’t plan on telling him either.


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thranduil

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Haldir